Winds scold me left and right,
The pen in my hand, so afraid
To write those lines from my heart—
The ones I’ve kept hidden from the start.

I knew this night would come,
A night after which there is no dawn.
So, with faux bravery and true love,
I'll express myself—my fears, my thoughts.

I'm afraid that when I'm gone,
Your laughter will belong to someone else.
I'm afraid that when I'm gone,
Your best of lucks will never feel the same.

I'm afraid that when I'm gone,
I won't be the one holding your hand.
I'm afraid that when I'm gone,
Your stories will belong to someone else.

But what I fear the most—
That the grains of my name will slip away.
And worse than all, when I'm gone,
You'll forget the sound of my name

                                                  ~Enviara🤍